México y sus noticias visto por un transnacional californiano —producto de la S.E.P.
Archivo de la categoría: Las Postales de Armando Barbas
Las postales de Armando Barbas celebran la vez que un reportero, mismo que alguna vez quiso ser periodista, se fugo de vacaciones —a través de los interwebs.
Over at Studio 3A on the Rockefeller Center, Susan del Percio is losing supporters for “Trumping” as the anglicismo del año.
Yes, it’s the eleventh hour on the p.m. dial in Central Europe Time, and the deliberations for the word of the year are still being debated. Political strategist and MSNBC talking bust, Susan Del Percio, insist on cock blocking her Republican colleague, Rick Tyler, and his early morning Quasi Not Safe For Work epithet: a “Schlonging”, which in American currency translates to 17 points on the Scrabble™️ scale, for her luke-warm version for « a thumping », which immediately got nixed by staff. In the frame, brands historian wippersnapper, H. W. Brands, explains to Del Percio that given the continuing devastation of an enormously great big Blue Wave, that there is no way that Donald Trump and his American Brand of racism didn’t get a blue “Schlonging” at the polls; and yes Mika Brzezinski, THE POLES ARE TALKING and they all agree that the word of the year sea una gran “VERGUIZA”. <*/~~~-—-€ISSY, the steering committee insists that for this historic turnout of events, the 2018 Word of The Year be tallied in the Latin-American Edition of Sopa de Letras en Inglés.
… We now, switch it over to a disgruntled Mexican in Orange County for comment.
Eye’ve got Newport Beach on a String,
gonna cruise on over to Huntington Pier
Big Shoes to fill…
But as Cousin Joe says:
as Maine Goes, So does France… or something like that.
Breaking the NEWS… California Congressional District lead by a former ReaganO’mics disciple loses big in OrangeCounty… please stand-by for an update on this programming from that neck of the woods (no pun intended) in the form of Ask a Mexican… [shit! that “copyright” is taken; fuck it!!!] Ask a motherfucking Pocho.
TimeStamp: Bishop School with Yusef Lateef
at Central Siren Joint…
[that’s code for a Frequency Hop]
Eye told Ewes that when morning comes
Donald Trump was going to get a shade of Amarillo.
TimeStamp: 16 hundred hours in Central Siren Time
…are Ewe experienced?
Flipping Madison Grant on pg. 84 of The Soul of America, Chapter III; With Soul of Flame and Temper of Steelon a Random House… or some Joint like that.
Attention non-readers:
the following segment is brought you by,
The Color Yellow in Central Siren Den
casi esquina con la Rana Rene.
Make Mushrooms Great Again… Uso justo de el rey más juarista entre flamencos and, we [the staff] are referring of course to Köning (pictured here) holding El Cetro del Champiñón. Make Mushrooms Great Again! IMPEACH TRUMP… this is a Public Service Announcement y esto califica como Un Uso Justo de los Pitufos y de Bélgica.
Luego de pasar la noche en un porta-aeroplanos nuclear, el presidente francés, Emmanuel Macron inauguró el primer tren de alta velocidad, o como diría Jorge Saldaña, un “TGV” de Tánger hasta Rabat.
Ahora sí, Luc Frelong, please delegate your Authority and relay to la Comadre Letty that Zeppelin goes here and that Kashmir can be tagged across the sands.
TimeStamp: 19 hundred hours and three minutes in CET
Welcome to the 5th dimension… but speaking of Sarah Silverman turning Manga on me, or finding out that Mickey Mouse drinks Ashai beer, y que Los Pitufos son en realidad ALUXES de la SEMARNAT, how about this, Luc “el patron” Frelon*, how about if we [as in We Are The World] Make The Mushroom Great Again, eh?
Hold That Visual…. hold it. In the mean time, while Trump, picture Brown’s “Licking Stick”… it’s an experience.
The Who? … and make what great again Out Here In The Fields? — Listen, man, that “Exodo” that Ewe fuckers’ been hearing about over and over on FOX TV was created by your Company. ¥—-—~~~\*> Dicho de otra manera, si para Baby Jesus Birthday les cae bolo, pues a lo mejor es porque ustedes en la Compañia invitarón a Gente como “Bambi*” a la Posada en Centro América allá en los tiempos de Alexis Argüeyo… asi que recuerden, pinches trumpies, y WASPians que lo engrandecen, si para cuaresma se encuentran con que en el menu ya no hay capirotada, es porque entre los Evangelists y la Corrupción de los que gobiernan en Honduras (just ask Sarah Chayes), se quedaron de tanto pasarse, –con las pasas– y luego, para variar, Luc Frelon, el pan Bimbo killed al pan francés, ingrediente fundamental para preparar unas d’esas Capirotadas con miel de maguey. <*/~~~—-—€ This digresión was brought to Ewe by Miel de Maguey. Miel de Maguey, it’s like Maple Syrup, pero con una cadencía paralela a la de Brown Sugar, no a la de Cadillac Man… lest you forget, Luc, that it was the very French, who on the güey to Detroit —from Canadah— invented the Escalade and, lest you forget, other assorted pimp rides.
Wadda’ya say Luc?… Should we [the staff] spin some K “street” Washington*, whip out the thongs and the Hamburger Helper®️ and pan the foie-grass out–ah this japanese sushi–roll chorizo pizza, with Olive Oil’s stuffin’?
Stick Around, when we return we [the Children of Aquarius] turn it over to the one in Nashville, Tennessee, Jon Meacham. On today’s platter, Chris Hayes finally gets a whiff of what Trump —good looking—TV’s got cooking for the next Poker Toy Run of them faggety Trump Bikers in the Heart of Rock and Roll City.
TimeStamp: Ocho para las 10
en Central Siren Jacuzzi Time.
Location: Trib3eqa vía Bismarck
Breaking The News Bullitin: later in the programming Luc Frelong interviews Marianne Faithfull, will the intrepid Disk Jockey grill The Witch formally known as The Gypsy Faerie and ask her to reveal… wait for it, wait — The Name of the guy who MURDERED the Eye’am The Lizard King guy…. Over on the Eastern Standard Time (leave it to the fucking Americans to hog the “EASTERN” time-zone for New Amsterdam)… Damn!!! The nerve of this fucking Fiske guy, and his Manifest Destiny, eh; anygüey, over in the Land of Trump, is playing nice with the “Bipartisans”, who are currently attempting to UNFUCK America’s fucked up prison and sentencing laws of da’ motherfucking Man, man.
ISSY… the destiny on the manifest says that the TimeStamp on the wall dice aue faltan Veinte para las Seis,
y lo bueno de este intrascendente blog
es de que Luc “el patron” Frelong
no lo lee.
TimeStamp: 19 Hundred Hours
on a Mexican Pirate Radio dial
in Central NATO Time.
Roll Over “el bard–oh”… Akira is here
_and of course Ewe’all know that the following must be read in a Gene “Cisco Kid” Wilder voice:
People who know, dice un comercial en “los” MSNBC’s, “know BDO”… we too, mister, we the peoples of Rockridge know BoDyOdor, pretty damn well, heck, we [the staff] wouldn’t roll into battle without the whiff of Mango and a bit of “Eau de Buffalo*”.
Cruzando Las Cruces está Truth and Consequences y (el) Pueblo, White Sands — lest Ewe forget that, mi “rey” Lear.
* That’s a Rosanne quote Y’all,
But not the dear Rosannadana,
no, not her, but rather Bill Maher’s pal
over at the Barr’s clan.
Eye think Eye’am turning Japanese — on a Mexican Radio
Coming up: El Reporte de Los putos Puentes
… and if Eye hurry,
Eye reckon that Eye can still
make Cheyenne.
Flaco Jimenez…El Samurai de los norteños “del” Norte… “Take it Away!”.
Ladies in Gemeni, get your “Pantalón Blue Jean” ready… es la hora de “El Taconazo” con Freddie Fender, Los Texas Tornados —Hey BABY Qué Pasó?… El Johnny Canales and of course:Friends
À París it’s the Eighteen Hundred Hour and over at Benson’s place it’s 10 in the morning…
but if they (the democrats) hurry,
and IMPEACH TRUMP,
well, we [the staff] reckon THAT they too,
Can Still Make Cheyenne and catch The Jazz hour at 19 hundred hours in Central Siren Time…
just–in–Time before Trump goes the way of
Mad George nº III.
